Death comes, my soul leaves the skin, I go like a gazelle, Your body is left alone, I go without looking back.
Tears flow from the eyes, regret is in vain, One by one comes to life, so many troubles, Without saying goodbye to my people, I shed tears out of my eyes.
Nobody would ever give a water, If they wet my lips and hurt my wound, If brother and sister said good way, I go straight to the ceiling.
My hopes remained for another spring, The world is yours now to the grave, The endless afterlife be good luck, I’ll go out of my door for the last time.
It’s like I haven’t lived in the false world Neighbors got into arm in arm very badly, Come to my funeral and be naive, I’ll take a last look at them all.
What beautiful days were my first springs, My youth came to life in my eyes, Childhood military service, my old moments, I’ll blow me up and wash away.
Oh I was the note, I was the child, My sins are many, I was corrected, I would be Yunus in the hands of Taptuð, I will cry out and burn.
I broke so many hearts, souls broke me, I was alone, my heart hurt. They dug and laid a grave alive, I go to Cennet-i Ala.
21.02.2019 // KIRIKKALE HÝDAYET DOÐAN
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